F17

Let's make a toast back block we Cracking glass, yea
Thirty Three that mean cracking cash, yea
High speed that mean I tapped the gas, Yea
Bandicoot I hope this bitch don't Crash, Yea
Wet the opps then we go take a bath, Aye
Fronted Ten I was tryna make it last, Aye
Hated broke I was tryna break the cast, Yea
F17 like I don't kno my math! Yea

Glock seventeenth but that bitch Whack adults
Green tips jump out that stick that Bitch'll shrink the hulk
Going so hard wit these verses you can Pay me with soft
Bro goin so hard with scammin you Can pay him with sauce
Nikes on for a month im tryna check Trap
I know a nigga got 96 he was tryna air a Max
It's a switchy on the Glock that bitch Came with tourette
Blowing 5ths on the avenue before we Shopped at sacks
Shot a nigga on south Penn but I had my ski
I shook his hand a year later he ain't know it was me
Bitch I'm paid to talk this way, ain't Shit for free
I was waking up bagging the dog just To mix wit sleep
I was in the D with my bey, but i don't Know Saddiq
Had to quarantine yo hoe head was too Weak
If you ain't contribute to this table you Don't get to speak
If you don't come thru wit that Chicken you don't get to eat

Let's make a toast back block we Cracking glass, yea
Thirty Three that mean cracking cash, Yea
High speed that mean I tapped the gas, Yea
Bandicoot I hope this bitch don't Crash, yea
Wet the opps then we go take a bath, Aye
Fronted Ten I was tryna make it last, Aye
Hated broke I was tryna break the cast, Yea
F17 like I don't know my math



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Writer(s): Shelton Coats
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